Ultraya: Revival

Chapter 38: Night-Time Combat

07/02/4014 AD – 23:23 – Warturf – Shorophrou Port – Main Hanger

Crystrx ran through the raging storm towards the largest building in all of Shorophrou. 'Elimiphlaren delivered that speech from the bridge of the Lyshaspeare... then, seconds later, was seen flying out of this building; it has to be in here!' She spied some kind of entrance towards the bottom; an average-sized sliding door with a lock on it... and Whirlizak stood guarding it. Crystrx didn't care; as far as she was concerned, that all but confirmed her theory. She pressed on, the muddy ground splashing dirt all over her pearl-coloured armour; she was soon on the concrete surface of the Port.

The enemy Wyperian A.I. noticed her and began spinning up the giant turbines on his back. Crystrx quickly summoned two long crystalline spears and dug them into the weeping ground. A hurricane was launched at the Guardian and swept her off her feet; she held onto her grounded crystals for dear life. With the torrential rain and this devastating wind, she didn't know what would if she were to give into this chaos. Whirlizak then drew a Mulria from his assault belt.

'A Mulria? But why when they have Mulrhads?!' Crystrx let her curiosity get the better of her.

Whirlizak noticed the expression on her face, "In this typhoon, accuracy be damned". Such a plain statement as he fired carelessly into the whirlwind; some bullets chipped Crystrx's armour whilst others flew into the sky.

'Only one thing to do...' Crystrx thought as she dared to let go of one of her crystals in order to reach for a small remote attached to her belt. 'Find the base... then point the remote to call in reinforcements...' she struggled with all her might to point the tiny laser at the ground surrounding the pair of them.

"Whirlizak, you have incoming from orbit", came an announcement from a Shutenghen.

"From orbit?" Whirlizak requested a quick clarification.

"Yes; it appears to be Human I.O.T.A. pods". For a brief moment, the storm was drowned out by the sound of the sky-shattering pods rocketing down to the ground. Three pods crashed into the top of the hanger whilst six more smashed into the dirt, caking the Guardian in even more mud. A tenth pod almost hit Whirlizak, forcing him to jump backwards and land with his back against the grey walls of the hanger. The front of the pods blasted open; nine Humans in black A.M.R. suits, each holding a short-barrelled sub-machine gun jumped out and pointed their weapons at the A.I. The Humans that landed on the roof aimed their weapons directly down on their target whilst the rest surrounded him in a semi-circle. The tenth pod opened up, revealing Vice, in his original red A.M.R.

"Fire", he ordered. At once the other nine hosed down Whirlizak, his body shaking and flinching as bullets tore the machine to shreds.

"That's enough", Vice called out; his forces stopped firing. He turned to the mucky Crystrx, "The target is in there, I assume?"

"Er- yes! W-well done!" Crystrx was in awe. "Go on inside, I'll just rinse off this dirt in the rain... shouldn't take long".

"As you wish", Vice complied as his soldiers charged in. Vice followed, but not before drawing his SMG, spraying a series of bullets into the core and head of the dead A.I., then stowing it back on his belt. "Pathetic".

07/02/4014 AD – 23:32 – Warturf – Skies Above Shorophrou Port

"Whirlizak's been destroyed?!" Flaymaclaze grunted into a private communication line. He looked back at Relical; he was just hovering there, waiting for either of the two fire Angels to make the next move. Every now and then, he would shoot a series of beams at them, but nothing more than that. Is he just buying time?